[ There was a dream she had on the way here. Most details are fuzzy, but she can recall being in the Oceanview Motel. Standing in the hallway, feeling as she had before. Moving to the front desk for a ritual to leave the Motel, like always, but finding herself always drawn back to the door with the Spiral on it.
The door Alan was behind.
Then, a manuscript page on the floor. Her heart jumping into her throat as she picked it up to read it. Her hands trembling slightly.
Saga bent down to inspect the body on the table. Somehow, it felt familiar. The straps. The heart. The mutilated corpse laying on the rain-soaked wood. Like deja-vu. She chased the source of the feeling. Found nothing. None of the victims from her past cases resembled this one. It didn't feel like anything from her past. More like something from a dream. From a life she could barely remember. Maybe one that wasn't even hers. Then the feeling passed like a shadow in the trees, shifting with the wind...
Deja-vu.
Beginning again.
Then, she woke up. The car ride to the FBC site in Bright Falls. The Lake House had gone dark. Two birds, caused by the same problem.
Would she find Alan here?
Then, the memory hit her. Almost as if watching a Hotline message. They had done this before. Met. Reunited... not that it was a reunion. He didn't remember any of it.
Conversations repeated. The same words, the same cadence. No one seemed to notice but her.
« I don't want to feel that away again... »
"Yeah. I found you."
« What? »
"Finally. You came."
Green eyes hesitantly slide back to him. They lock onto his gray ones immediately like she can remember doing so many times before. A natural tug to him... a gravitational pull that she's never been able to ignore.
« It was missing last time. He didn't feel it at all. I didn't. Now... »
She feels the keychain in her pocket weigh down even more.
She stands there in her field response outfit. Black jacket, shirt, half finger gloves, jeans and boots. Her hair pulled into a braid at the top of her hair and ending in a ponytail. She's older, more tired, sadder.
Confident. In control. Raident. A glow in her eyes not there before.
Polaris shimmers again.
Her fingers curl into the gray clipboard she carries.
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The door Alan was behind.
Then, a manuscript page on the floor. Her heart jumping into her throat as she picked it up to read it. Her hands trembling slightly.
Deja-vu.
Beginning again.
Then, she woke up. The car ride to the FBC site in Bright Falls. The Lake House had gone dark. Two birds, caused by the same problem.
Would she find Alan here?
Then, the memory hit her. Almost as if watching a Hotline message. They had done this before. Met. Reunited... not that it was a reunion. He didn't remember any of it.
Conversations repeated. The same words, the same cadence. No one seemed to notice but her.
« I don't want to feel that away again... »
"Yeah. I found you."
« What? »
"Finally. You came."
Green eyes hesitantly slide back to him. They lock onto his gray ones immediately like she can remember doing so many times before. A natural tug to him... a gravitational pull that she's never been able to ignore.
« It was missing last time. He didn't feel it at all. I didn't. Now... »
She feels the keychain in her pocket weigh down even more.
She stands there in her field response outfit. Black jacket, shirt, half finger gloves, jeans and boots. Her hair pulled into a braid at the top of her hair and ending in a ponytail. She's older, more tired, sadder.
Confident. In control. Raident. A glow in her eyes not there before.
Polaris shimmers again.
Her fingers curl into the gray clipboard she carries.
« Does he really... » ]
... Alan?